Sunday, July 22, 2012

What I Will Never Say to the Other Woman

You slept with my husband under family photos,rested on sheets that heldmy dreams,laughed into glasses -fogging rimsthat were never meantfor your lips.

Moving into my house, I bet you did not know that those clay fishsmall, smaller, smallest.were named for each one of my girlsor that the pinkmetal bucket hangingon the outside wallis filled with shells and driftwood biscuitshanded to meone find at a time,by hands that I love.

Sometimes I wonder how you can you allow your feet to touch the butterfly rug,the one I hauled homeone yearfrom TJMAXXfor $53.99. Isn’t it odd,

Do you ever tryto wipe awaymy fingerprintsthat lingeron each handle,counter top, and wall.Do you trytopaint over my handiworkonly to have it bleed through?You should learn thatsome thingsare indelible,everlasting.

My advice to you is togo to the
beach.Bury your face inromance novels and baskin your triumphsunder a sunthat you cannever own.Now, I will tellyou somethingthat might disappoint youYou did not hurt meby taking away what once was mineHe has that honor all to himselfYou could neverbe that significantto me

You hurt meonlyas humanityin general is apt to do,by failing to do the right thing.

But now, I amall the lighter
for it and in claimingmy old prize, you already havewhat you deserve

(of course, this is what my ex hoped to achieve: forcing me to flee the farm, abandoning it to him & his paramour. I still debate myself as to whether obstructing his wishes was the best thing in the long run; I've earned his everlasting emnity in my obstinate desire to "keep what was mine" - the property, not him! ;-)

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